Jared laid back on his bed, hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling. He turned his attention sideways, and noticed that his digital clock read 3:22 AM. He still had three hours and thirty-eight minutes left before school, and he couldn't bring himself to sleep. The idea of his favorite plaything, his parents' very first birthday present to him, his twig and berries, his best buddy, being replaced by a dog's dork impostor was almost as much of a nightmare to him as the one he had just woken up from. Jared sighed, tears streaming from his eyes, and tried to focus on happier things. Non-sexual, happier things. That was the worst part of it for him, though. No sexiness.
Since he was thirteen, Jared had loved masturbating. The feeling of squeezing and stroking his shaft as he browsed porn sites or read through his secret stash of porn magazines, staring at huge, soft tits and creamy butts of beautiful, voluptuous women. This wasn't at all uncommon, as being a teenager was a time for horniness and sexual exploration. But to be cursed to not get turned on or touch himself or else face life without a human body, let alone a human penis? Jared could think of no worse, no more sick or unusual a fate.
"I want my old weiner back....." Jared whimpered, as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, Jared woke up, completely flaccid and unaroused. Normally, he would wake up with morning wood after a sensual wet dream, and would proceed to drop his load in the shower as a fresh, relaxing start to the day. But things were very much not normal for him right now, and even if he wanted to, he couldn't play shuffle-cock without risk of Wepwawet furthering his descent into dog-dom. Jared instead took his morning shower in the most uneventful way possibly, disgusted with the feeling of his hairy new dog dick collecting water and growing uncomfortably soggy.
Jared dried off, spending much more time trying to use a towel on a dog's crotch than he had ever wanted to, and eventually got dressed. Heading downstairs, Jared got into his car with Kevin, and drove him to school. The two rode in silence, with the radio being the only sound in the vehicle save for the occasional 'click click click' of the indicator.
Eventually, Jared dropped Kevin off at his school, and after a few more minutes of driving, made it to his school, where he parked in the lot on the other side of the street. He had twelve minutes before first period began, and ahead of him dozens of his classmates were already heading inside, talking and texting and laughing. The thought of any of them finding out about is predicament was, for lack of a better word, mortifying to Jared, who pulled his hoodie up over his head to try and hide his blushing face from anyone.
As he made his way to the school, Jared couldn't help but notice the female cheerleaders practicing ahead of time for their first period gym class on the grassy football field as he trekked by it. Normally, he would have ogled them for a few minutes like he did every time they were present during his walk into the building, but heading Wepwawet's warning, he decided not to indulge in anything remotely arousing.
Suddenly, Jared saw a quick glimpse of pure, silky white. And then a glimpse of satiny pink. Then cottony light green. The cheerleaders, oblivious to the world around them as they were caught up in their pep, kept bending forward a little harder than they needed, causes Jared to get a clear view up their skirts and at their panties every so often. What's more, it seemed as though two of the girls had decided not to wear bras that day, as their chests kept bouncing and jiggling underneath their skin-right uniforms in what, to Jared, seemed like slow motion.
Jared felt an intense tingling in his loins and a fire of worry permeating through his mind, but at the same time, he didn't want to look away. He felt like there was more to see, and that he wanted to see it.....